Poem - 20 September 2018, 12:30

Memories Of Summer

Though the summers come and go, the memories of Helen linger on like the lyrics of a song that you just get out your head Memories of childhood thought never would they end, believing I'd never get old or
that one day I would die

To lay on my back In the field of gold, to cast my eyes to the skies, to feel the warming summer breeze weaving gently through the trees, white
fluffy clouds passing overhead In brief intervals across the sun causing momentarily chills

Shadows that creep across the earth like ghostly figures trying not to be seen, slowly fading away as they travel overland to disappear like mist from the sea that clears with the midday sun

In the morning when awake
from a deep sleep to go for my daily shave as the blade glides the roughness of my skin a brief glimpse In the mirror something I'm not keen to see that of an old man staring at me asking where did It all go

The young man I used to be who then was not afraid to look In the mirror, not frightened of his future or of things not yet but still to come the summers come and go but the all the memories of Helen linger on like the lyric of a song that plays around In your head

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